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Post by Frost on Sept 5, 2009 10:52:47 GMT 10
((Well, I guess, but the reason Montecore is always around is because that he is an Ancient himself, plus, he didn't really remember not having him, so I guess stuff like that will be explained in FotW or the 'other' one.))
Vivian cackled.
"The Demon's Reign, Kyou! The Demon itself! How have you not seen this energy before?" Vivian grew anxious, "Fine. If you want to stay stubborn, then I will have to make you sign it."
Vivian's wrists sharply turned, and his fingers froze straight, causing the strings coming from them to shoot straight into Kyou, pulling him up onto the wall and anchoring themselves into the wall, forcing him to dangle uncontrollably, unable to move.
Shelrair laughed and, after realising the fool's defeat, ran over to Vivian's side once more.
Vivian ignored her once more and slowly walked closer to Kyou, "Shall I give you the answer? To how I was given this gift? To everything? Would you like that Kyou?"
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Post by Farrelei on Sept 5, 2009 11:08:12 GMT 10
((Mkay))
A sick feeling spread through Kyou, and his every limb burned intensly with every attempt at moving them.
He swung his head, the only part of his body still mobile, to his side, and he realised what Vivian was doing.
On the wall behind him, a symbol began to form, appearing like blood reaching out from his back, however it moved in an almost craftlike manner, as if it were alive.
That's...
"Pyr...? Vivian..!"
As he spoke, a realisation of his own state began to creep over him, and suddenly he could no longer speak. His neck began to ache and his head dropped, staring at the floor.
He felt his eyes begin to water, but he couldn't do anything. He was completely helpless, his body no longer operable on its own.
He felt the pyr flowing behind him, it upset the myst around him and the feeling of sickness and dread that encompassed him only grew more distraught.
If you're going to tell me, Vivian, do it now...
His entire body ached and groaned, wishing him to help it but knowing altogether how vain this wish was.
His body itself had lost the will to move.
Only his thoughts remained intact as he hung helplessly under the power of his comrade.
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Post by Silverlining on Sept 5, 2009 18:46:10 GMT 10
((I'll try to slow down ;D))
Why me...
Kitharis looked back at the hut he had left, between the trees, wondering how long the rain would last... He looked down at the ground, not really coming to terms with the fact that he had escaped... He was...
Free...
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Post by Frost on Sept 5, 2009 19:00:06 GMT 10
"Look through those things." Vivian demanded to Shelrair, pointing to an old bookcase overfilled with papers and documents dangling from it's weakened shelves,"Find anything with Kyou's name signed on it. By the looks of things, we'll have to forge it."((LOL. FORGING OF THE WORDS.))
Shelrair, frowning in confusion, approached the bookcase to obediently look for what Vivian asked, growing irritated at Vivian's sudden mood-swing.
Vivian walked closer up to Kyou, and licked Kyou's lips before placing his pointing finger up to the helpless Kyou's forehead, "We shall see..." He whispered.
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Post by Frost on Sept 5, 2009 19:22:16 GMT 10
((Oh yeah, I may as well add Vivian and my new character now then: Username: Frost Name: Vivian Waurd Location: Amongst the Descendants in Central. Age: 28 Bio: Being the leader of the Descendants, Vivian's intentions are relentless and he will stop at nothing to achieve his sinful desires. Is a manipulator of both Aura and Pyr but has been rumored to also control Myst. Was unaccepted as the Head of an Organisation because of a leaked rumor about his powers and as such has learnt to hate the Organisation and anyone associated with it, hoping to destroy it when his desires are fulfilled. Shares a close bond with Shelrair and Trale Hamari and were best friends when they were teenagers, he is known to have a short fuse even when he adapts to a cheerful mood and has a twin brother named Asmoday. Appearance:  Other: Was NOT in SFTS. Username: Frost Name: Asmoday Waurd Location: Among the Descendants in Central. Age: 28 Bio: A physically broken man who is also Vivian's seldom-seen twin brother, apparently, after a horrible experiment to resurrect a demon gone wrong when he was only small, he had become a half-zombie acting, haunted man of the Descendants. He only responds to his brother and has incredible power after being infested with a small demon, he is a walking 'guinea pig' for the Descendants and can manipulate Pyr to tremendous extents. Isn't seen much because of his appearance. Appearance:  Other: Was NOT in SFTS.)) |
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Post by Farrelei on Sept 5, 2009 19:50:29 GMT 10
Ugh!?
Kyou's mouth tickled uncomfortably, wet and unclean.
He suddenly felt low, and he felt abused. Vivian was proving that he could do whatever he liked with him, and Kyou couldn't do anything to stop it.
Out of everything that Vivian had done, that last, simple act had hurt him the most, his emotions now bewildering themselves.
I am powerless... My body remains obedient to Vivian...
And for the first time since the Elders ordained him Sire, Kyou felt terribly sunk, he felt like nothing but a dog.
((That was hard to write. How do you explain how someone powerless feels when almost kissed by someone of the same gender as themselves?
Very hard...))
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Post by Frost on Sept 6, 2009 18:16:18 GMT 10
Vivian laughed in his face,
"You're nothing! You can't even stop me from doing anything! Your weak! Pathetic! And the Elders chose you!? Over me!? Ha!" Vivian spat on the ground after saying this.
Shelrair scurried over with a slightly scrunched piece of parchment, she then began copying the signature onto the contract, being as careful as she could.
"It's done, Vivian, we have to leave," She told him seriously,
"No. Not yet. Go down and show the Organisation the contract, tell them that 36 of them have been issued for the attack, so that we can reclaim what was originally ours," Vivian told her harshly, before turning back to Kyou as she quietly but quickly left the room and closed the door, Vivian still not lifting his finger from Kyou's head.
"Allow me to take you back, Kyou, to the days where we were only children..." Vivian told him, "Where things began to unfold..."
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Post by Farrelei on Sept 6, 2009 22:00:35 GMT 10
Something sparked in Kyou's mind.
Is he really powerful enough to do that?
Sweat rolled down his cheeks as he hung, still helpless, on the wall of the room.
The rain poured relentlessly downward as if some kind of punishment.
Safroth sighed. The Palace still needed work, but given their conditions, it seemed impossible to complete for the time being.
"Fine. Reschedule them for the morrow."
"Yes."
"Oh, and please remind the builders that the Empress will be arriving back in the Palace in 2 days time. The Palace upper levels must be finished by tomorrow."
"Yes, Vizier."
He frowned. His job was harder when he was organising things for Eleanore's personal liking, however he had a feeling she didn't really care.
He knew she'd be glad to get out of the Palace for once, in any case.
I suppose it's just a case of being uncomfortably comfortable for her...
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Post by Frost on Sept 7, 2009 12:37:33 GMT 10
Vivian closed his eyes, and a short, thick string of Pyr shimmered from his fingers and into Kyou's mind...
"Okay, it's your turn Asmoday!" Trale told him,
Asmoday took his marble and flicked it onto the felt mat that lay before them with a chalk-drawn box in the middle,
"Yes!" He exclaimed as the marble hit two others and causing them to roll off the square.
They were only children, about 10 Years old.
"My turn!" Shouted Shelrair,
"Keep it down!" Vivian hissed, "The parents will hear us, and we'll get in heaps of trouble from Father."
Shelrair rolled her eyes and flicked her marble, hitting Asmoday's off as well as the others.
"Yay! I win! Traleypoo and Vivi lose!!!" She laughed,
Vivian folded his arms and turned away, annoyed at his loss at the game,
"Come on, Vivian," Trale spoke happily, "It's only a game, hey, I lost too!"
Vivian slowly smiled and spun around again, ready for another round.
"It was a good idea to take this Marble set from the toy room," John smiled, "Ready for another ga-"
The ground shook, the marbles went flinging off in different directions, frightening the confused children.
Shelrair screamed and ducked under her bed, her hands cupped over her ears when as a huge explosion took place right above them...
A lady ran in with an oil lamp quickly lit, and gathered the children into the hallway,
"Children," She panted, "We have to leave, hurry!"
She took Shelrair by the hand and the others ran after behind them,
when suddenly the roof of bricks above them, mere metres away, collapsed with a loud thunder, sending dust and smoke through the cave-like hallway.
They ran as fast as they could, running along and grabbing more and more children, yelling to them to run with the others.
They came to a halt, there was a ladder leading up to the outside, the woman leading them screamed in terror as she saw black, missile-shaped smoke soar across the skies, some of them even closer, it was a starless night and gunfire sounded from all over the place, the ground was shaking and it made everyone's ears sting in pain.
Fire was seen burning at the tops of buildings, screams from women and children were heard from the houses,
"No...They found us..." The woman whispered, just loud enough for Shelrair to hear.
All of a sudden, a soldier popped his head above the ladder, a gun in his hand,
"Hey! You! Get up!" He yelled, not seeing the children behind her,
"Run!" The woman yelled, the man swore and had begun to climb down when they ran off to another door, the children in front of her crying and screaming, the soldier was down with them now, behind them by a few metres.
"Stop! Or I'll shoot!" He yelled furiously,
The Woman turned around, "Leave the children alone! It's their parents your after, leave us alo-"
She was cut off buy a few warning bullets, just skimming her right ear and hitting the wall.
She lifted up her arm and shot a Dark Blue Aura at the Soldier, it flung him backwards from the blast, his armor was smoky and he had been knocked to the ground.
They continued running, more explosions had erupted above them and it sounded like more soldiers were coming into the tunnels to find the missing children.
They finally got to a heavy, iron door that struggled to open from the Woman, after leading them all inside, she closed it again and turned the lock.
A man had come into the room, he was wearing dark red robes outlined in yellow, he came rushing out to Shelrair to check on her, then turned to the Woman who had led them down here,
"What do you think your doing, Yori!?" He yelled, yet his face still as expressionless and sad-looking as before.
"They had the opening to the outside surrounded, they want the children! I...I shot at one of them too, that probably was heard from outside and now more and more must be coming! I've endangered us all!" Yori gasped,
"No, Yori, you did everything you could," He spoke back calmly.
"Father, What do we do?" Yori desperately asked,
"Calm down, these children are our top priority, especially the girl, she and her sister are Prodigies, they must be kept safe," The man replied back, "Hide them in the Cellar, behind the large cabinet on the left there's a door that leads to the Main Hall of the Organisation, after that, take the front way out of here."
Yori nodded, realising what she had to do, she hugged the man abruptly before rushing the children off.
"Father!" She called, He turned around,
"What about you? Are you coming?" She asked with fear in her voice.
"I'm afraid not," He spoke calmly once again, "I'll think of something to try and stall them, you just get those children out."
She paused for a moment, then acknowledged his wish by turning around and leading the children off, Vivian had other plans.
Vivian snuck to the side of the crowd, before jumping onto the floor and disappearing behind the Man's bed.
The man turned around, facing the iron door, it was loudly being battered down with some object, making large dents in the door, he breathed deeply, before the door had finally gave in and it slammed down onto the floor with a loud noise.
Soldiers had entered into the room, looked around, before all of their eyes were looking at the Man,
"Wheres the children!?" One of them asked angrily,
The Man's face stayed expressionless,
"No children are even aloud in my room, perhaps they went into a different roo-"
The Soldier punched him in the gut, cutting off the words he had spoken, yet the Man made no sound of pain.
"We know of your little group, Bishop, we've known for quite some time, so, you lure children ho have special gifts and lock them up in here until they become mindless zombies? Disgusting. We're here to put an end to all this, now tell us! Where are they!?" The soldier, obviously in charge, yelled.
"Father?" Yori called out, coming back up from the stairs that led to the cellar, "Lora now has the chil-"
"-Yori! I told you to stay down there!" The man yelled back, cutting her off on purpose.
...Bullets were fired, the Man spun around as Yori fell to the ground, blood dripping from her chest, She weakly whispered something, something nobody could hear, and as tears fell down from her eyes, she fell to the ground.
"NO!" The man yelled, he screamed loudly as they dragged her away.
The commander silenced him by barging his head with the back of his rifle.
"Nothing's down there, sir!" One of the soldiers said, coming up from the stairs.
The Commander cursed and fixed the Man's head so that his eyes once again came in contact of his,
"Remember this day, Bishop, for as soon as we find those children, your days will be numbered," He spat before leaving the room, his soldiers also leaving with him.
And there Vivian lay, underneath the Man's bed, clutching his mouth in horror, trying not to scream...
"That memory..." Vivian spoke, waking him of his thoughts, "It has been living inside of me for too long, that was the day that me, Shelrair, and so many others found out that our parents were criminals, wanted thugs, or at least, that's what people told us, but no longer must we live in the darkness, I've made a new chapter in Central's majesty, one that will never be forgotten."
A loud tapping was heard from the door, after slowly opening the door, Shelrair walked in,
"Vivian! 36 of the Organisation's best and proudest are awaiting your commands downstairs!" She happily yelled, Vivian smiled and turned back to Kyou, "That was only the beginning," He said, before slicing the strings off of his fingers and firing a final shot of aura at him before closing the door and leaving.
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Post by Farrelei on Sept 7, 2009 21:55:54 GMT 10
((The Organisation was formed hundreds and hundreds of years ago, and Kyou wasn't an orphan.
D=))
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Post by Silverlining on Sept 8, 2009 20:00:06 GMT 10
((;D still waiting.  need more of your posts)) |
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Post by Smallfry on Sept 8, 2009 20:38:23 GMT 10
Adira looked at the small piece paper.
"It should be right here." Adira said and looked up at the old house. "Why would he be here?"
Knock knock knock... Knock knock
"Hello... Is anyone there?" Adira called out. "Mini are you there?"
Creeek
"Mini is that you?" Adira asked."
"Uhh... no Im John."
"Well do you know a little kid called Mini?"
"Sorry, its only me and my son Myrn." John said.
"Oh, well if you find him, please tell me." Adira said. "I live at the orphanage."
"If I meet him I'll tell him." John said.
"Thankyou, you are very kind." Adira said and walked off slowly."
Mini walked up to John and asked. "Who was that?"
"Just no one." John replied."
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Post by Farrelei on Sept 9, 2009 18:49:37 GMT 10
"And you're sure there was nothing special about your friend Mini, Brelair?" Serynn asked.
They were back in the Organisation Headquarters, Serynn had brought Brelair back to the building from the Orphanage again to share some lunch and ask about the previous day ((Brelair was the girl who called Mini her brother, and Serynn was one of the two who overheard Shelrair taking Mini somewhere yesterday)).
Brelair frowned, "No. I toldya, he just was sleep'n in this morning!"
Serynn sighed, "Brelair, please listen to me, it's so important that you do..."
They were interrupted by a tap on Serynn's shoulder, "Excuse me; Serynn Reel?"
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"The Sire wishes to see you urgently."
"Oh... C'mon, Brelair."
Annoyed that their conversation had been interrupted, she grabbed Brelair's free hand and walked off as Brelair quickly gulped down the last of her grapes.
His head still spinning, Kyou sprawled on the ground as he felt his the warmth of his own blood pressing against his chest.
There wasn't much blood, and the woundd was only minor, but everywhere he ached, and he felt beaten, defiled and betrayed.
He stood, head spinning, and struggled to get to the door opposite him.
Serynn followed the messenger to the meeting hall, where standing at the front of the room was Vivian, standing tall as usual, with an odd acquiantance beside him... Shelrair.
"Huh? Why's she standing up there?" Serynn murmured as she pressed in with the small group of others, Brelair's hand in her own.
The coach halted and the door opened.
McKenzie inched his way out of the transport and nodded towards the driver, who indicated where he would be looking for shelter in the pouring rain, stepping up to the horse and tossing it a mangled carrot when he was done.
The Father hastily made his way to the antique store ((change if you wanna)) and frowned at the jingle that rung as he stepped inside.
"Ah, Father, you've paid another visit to Waurd Antiques, have ye? Can I guess at what ye'd be likin'?"
"I'm sorry I haven't been able to alert you of my presence, however may I inquire about the whereabouts of my good friend Mr. Waurd?"
"How 'bouts ye step behind the counter, good Father, I'll put some tea on fer ye."
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Post by Frost on Sept 10, 2009 21:41:29 GMT 10
"Fellow friends of the Organisation," Vivian greeted, "Kyou and I have come to a great realisation as we talked earlier today, and we've both agreed that the centerpoint of this Countries corruption lies in the Palace."
Shelrair watched quietly behind him, trying to look important.
"If the World is to hear our presence, and if the Country strives for perfection, do we deny them an aid? If perfection is what they aim for, then they'd want it in any way possible, by mounting a small attack on the Palace, emptying it of it's entrails, we will ensure peace and perfection to the World, Kyou has signed this contract," Vivian said, holding the contract in the air for the members to see, "And he too believes that this corruption must be stopped, which is why 36 of you are coming with me to the...other...hideout of this Organisation to await further instruction on the pending attack, it will take no more than 3 days for us to be ready, now pack your things, for very soon, we will show the World how to achieve peace. For the price of peace is not too expensive for us to obtain!"
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Post by Silverlining on Sept 12, 2009 8:02:35 GMT 10
((I think I'll just do something completely unrealistic and improbable, if that is okay. Either that or Kitharis can move really, really, REALLY fast... ))
Kitharis broke free of the trees, head turned down in pouring rain. He wandered along the road for about 100 metres, coming to the gate. He pulled his hood down, hoping no one would recognise him...
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need more of your posts))